After they had sorted out the brooms, they crossed over the lawn to the back door and slipped inside.Algy had his broom tucked under his arm, having allowed the greeting.Alex looked around, then picked his briefcase up from then floor and collected the loose papers.He looked at Megan."I think I had better be going now, and I'll ring you before dropping around again, just in case"

Algy looked in her larder and fetched out a tin with crackers and a couple of hunks of cheese and dumped them on the table before rummaging through her cupboards for knives and plates. It was hard to believe, but he thought that he was slightly less tired than Megan and so ought to do the domestic thing.

'Major Bigglesworth' said Von Stalhein coldly, 'there are times when I seriously wonder if you were created by the devil just to annoy me.'

"In it's own time it is far more powerful than it ever could be here. Because before we left I allowed Crowley to attach himself to it. He is now stuck in ancient Egypt, a slave to its power. He can never leave."

The Decision to Survive - A good pilot is both born and made. The best would look upon his work as a combination of adventure and a serious mission. – Major General Sir Frederick Sykes

It was a lovely fresh morning. Algy and his broom raced around the perimeter of the field joyously. Algy retained just enough sense to stay below the top of the high hedges so that he wouldn't accidentally startle the postman.

'Major Bigglesworth' said Von Stalhein coldly, 'there are times when I seriously wonder if you were created by the devil just to annoy me.'

Unfortunately, all too soon he had to return the broom to its shed and go in for breakfast. He had rung Biggles to say he was going to be a little late, figuring that a trip to Ancient Egypt was a good excuse for his tardiness.

The Decision to Survive - A good pilot is both born and made. The best would look upon his work as a combination of adventure and a serious mission. – Major General Sir Frederick Sykes

Algy ate industrial quantities of Megan's home made muesli topped with creamy milk, followed by home-made marmalade on homemade bread. He washed it down with several cups of herbal tea and barely noticed it wasn't the stuff he usually drank.

Megan watched him, amused.

'You better move a spare set of pyjamas and your wash stuff into one of the rooms,' she suggested. 'The steeplechase season opens in a month. Practice nights are Wednesdays and Fridays and you'll be too tired to go home afterwards until you are more accustomed to riding your broom at speed over long distances and rough terrain.'

'Major Bigglesworth' said Von Stalhein coldly, 'there are times when I seriously wonder if you were created by the devil just to annoy me.'

Algy was very happy as he went to work that morning. Life was good. He was looking forward to steeplechasing on his broom: it sounded amazing fun. He wouldn't mind being left behind to look after the office at all now.

The End

'Major Bigglesworth' said Von Stalhein coldly, 'there are times when I seriously wonder if you were created by the devil just to annoy me.'